A/N: I'm glad you guys enjoyed the last chapter ^.^

Sorry I don't have a lot to say…..

DO THE HARLEM SHAKE!

Ok, I'm done xD

Disclaimer:

SeeUchan3 owns Roxy Peligrine

Soviet Snowflake owns Andy Edison

Optimous Penguin owns the manual fic idea.

Claimer: I own Valerie Falcone

Chapter 3

English

Andy narrowed his eyes at me after he finished reading the manual. "You bought this unit knowing how crazy it is? It's violent, horny, and he's a drunkard! I'm not buying alcohol every week just to please him."

Once again, I didn't understand a damn word he just said. I hate English. I really do.

"Dude, calm down!" America said to him. "We just have to reprogram him, right?"

"Wot ye be talkin' 'bout?" England asked, his face contorted into anger.

"Hola!" I said. Maybe this would distract him.

England pulled out his sword from my sheath and pointed it at me. "Ye be one o' Spain's wenches."

Antonio used to tell me bed time stories when I was little. My favorite one was how he and Captain Kirkland used to fight all the time. "I hate that man with a burning passion. Even now, in a modern day world, I still can't stand to be by Eyebrows." I loved the pirate adventures, but I always felt bad that Antonio lost.

"Er…no." I answered.

America tapped England on the shoulder. "Dude, leave her alone. She doesn't know any English. Speaking of which, you need English classes too. No one talks like that anymore!"

"Wat'h yeeur tone there, America." England growled. "Ye still be my lil' brother."

"Dude, that was forever ago!"

"Ok!" Andy yelled. He handed me Russia and stepped in between England and America. "Let's calm down. First of all, England, America won his independence already."

"Wot ye be talkin' 'bout? It's nonsense I tell ya."

"America," Andy turned his attention to the extremely loud unit. "Don't patronize the pirate! He still thinks you're his colony."

America crossed his arms and glared at Andy and England. "Well, he better recognize me as independent. I'm not going to let him boss me around. That's done and over with."

I groaned and slapped my palm onto my face. Could this day get any worse? I now have a horny, violent, and alcoholic unit who thinks I'm in cahoots with his worst enemy.

"Val, you better call customer's service this instant and take the pirate back!" Andy yelled at me.

I shrugged and acted like I didn't understand a word he just said. I got the 'take back the pirate' part. But, for some reason I didn't want too.

England, despite his faults, was family. My new family. Antonio and Lovino had their many faults and I still loved and accepted them. I never told my brother to send them back. Especially when they happened to piss me off.

Russia squirmed in my arms and I almost dropped him a second time. He began to speak rapidly in Russian. I looked at Andy for help, but he was too busy arguing with England and America. Even though it was early, I took Russia up to my room and decided to take a nap.

When I woke up it was almost four o' clock. Russia wasn't in my bed anymore and I began to freak out. England probably kidnapped him! I left my room and entered the living room. In the center of the room, was a large map of the United States. England and Russia both sat on the couch.

"Um…hola. Er- English time?" I asked.

America's eyes lit up and he beckoned me over to sit on the couch next to Russia and England. I gulped and looked nervously at England who was staring at me with a lustful glint in his eye.

He couldn't be staring at me like that could he? I guess I've never considered myself particularly pretty or even paid attention. My mind was preoccupied with other things to really think about my appearance in depth.

I reluctantly sat in between England and Russia. "Ok, dudes, now there are over fifty states in the Union. The president is Barack Obama, the vice president is Joe Biden, and the USA is a kickass nation. Now, any questions?"

No one said anything. Russia looked confused just as I felt. I only caught some of that. Plus, America talked so fast that it was hard to keep up. England groaned, "I lis'en'd to yeeur grubby lesson. Where is me rum?"

"Roxy is going to bring you some later." America pointed at England. "Now, don't you recognize me as an independent nation? I'm not your little brother anymore."

"America," The pirate's voice was gentle and soothing. "ye will always be me lil' brother. I see ye be free and doin' fine."

America smiled, "S-Seriously?"

England smirked and adjusted the hat on his head. "Now I gots to get ye back."

Russia shivered next to me. "N-Not good."

Antonio used to take care of Lovino when he was younger. I'm sure it's the same for England and America. From what I could understand, England used to take of America before winning his freedom. Now, since my England unit wasn't from this century, he was determined to win America back.

This is not good at all.

*( Later on)*

Roxy and America were pretty pissed off that night. All because of England.

When Roxy had come home, England had groped her. She was very upset and demanded that I take him back or she would convince Andy to kick me out of the house, which I didn't think was fair at all.

America was almost stabbed by England because the two units got into a fight. Russia was crying and it made the house even nosier. By the time Andy got home, he was annoyed.

I feel like I made a whole mess of things. Maybe trading in England would be better. Damn, I almost forgot that my second unit was coming soon.

On the bright side, my English improved! Turns out hearing people talk and having America translate for me is really helpful. I learned some new words like cheeseburgers, food, music, pirate etc. He taught me other words like bitch, ass, and shit, but Roxy told me to not say those words.

From the look on her face, I figured they must be offensive words or probably cuss words.

Once again it was a restless night. Russia wasn't in my bed tonight since he opted to sleep with Andy. I slipped on my flip flops and walked out of the house. I came to the beach and I stared at the Gulf of Mexico. The moon was full and it was reflected in the gulf.

"Pretty…" I mumbled. I was proud of myself for saying the word perfectly.

I heard footsteps behind me and I tensed up. My first thought was that it was the Mafia. The night of my escape slowly came back to me. It's been several days now. Have my parents noticed I'm gone? Did Antonio and Lovino get revenge on my brother?

"Oh, yeeur here. Yeeur Spain's wench, are ye not?" England asked as he sat next to me and took a swig of rum out of a canteen.

"No. I'm from Italy." I said.

England rolled his eyes and scoffed, "Italy…" He mumbled before taking another swig.

"Drinking is bad."

He let out a hearty laugh. When he stopped laughing, he rested his hand on my thigh. That lustful glint was back in his eyes as he stared at me. Oh crap. I squirmed out of his grasp and scooted away from him.

"I could send you back. But, I won't." I said.

"Wot? Why didn' ye send me back to them bastards?" England asked, looking a little bit angry.

"You are family."

England's eyes widened and he seemed taken aback by what I said. He looked at his canteen again before chucking it into the gulf. "Family…" He mumbled, like he had never heard of the word before.

"Si. You are my familia now." I said again.

We didn't say much after that. It was nice as we both listened to the waves lapping against the shore. It was nice to finally be free.

Unfortunately, when it was quiet I began to think. Thinking led to anxiety and stress obviously. Also realization. Realizing things after they had already happened is my problem. Next time I decide to run from the mafia, I better plan better.

"Shit." I muttered, trying out the offensive word for the first time. England raised an eyebrow curiously at me.

"Wot?"

I peered up at his green eyes and said, "You better protect me."

A/N: I hope this chapter was ok. Anyway, Val's realization will be told next chapter. And I got a few more OCs coming in ^.^

So, review and I'll see y'all next chapter. Have a good day! :D

Updated: 3/18/13